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- Faster Than a Flying White Wing: A Story of Flight
- “Yes, it is,” my father agreed. “It’s a white winged dove.”
- My father smiled. “You can,” he said. “But you need to find the right teacher first.”
Faster Than a Flying White Wing: A Story of Flight
I had been daydreaming about flying since I was a little girl. I would watch the birds soaring through the sky and imagine myself doing the same. I was fascinated by the idea of being able to soar through the air and the possibilities it opened up. I knew I wanted to learn to fly, but I didn’t know how or when it would happen.
One summer afternoon, when I was sixteen, I was out walking in the countryside with my family. We had been enjoying the scenery and the warm summer breeze. Suddenly, I noticed a white bird soaring in the distance. I stopped in my tracks and pointed it out to my parents. We watched in amazement as the bird flew faster and farther away until it was just a tiny white speck in the sky.
“That bird is flying so fast!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, it is,” my father agreed. “It’s a white winged dove.”
“I wish I could fly like that,” I said wistfully.
My father smiled. “You can,” he said. “But you need to find the right teacher first.”
The next day, I began my search for a flying instructor. I spent hours searching the internet for information about flight schools in my area. Eventually, I came across a small private flying school located near my hometown. I called the school and asked to speak to the instructor.
The instructor was a middle-aged man with a kind voice. He was happy to hear from me and agreed to meet up for an introductory lesson.
When I arrived at the flying school, the instructor welcomed me with a smile. He took me to the hangar where he kept his plane and showed me around. It was an old, single-engine Cessna with a white wing. The instructor explained that the plane had been his father’s and he had been flying it for many years.
We spent the next few hours talking about flying and the different types of maneuvers I would need to learn. We also talked about the importance of safety and the importance of having the right attitude when it comes to flying.
The next day, the instructor took me on my first flight. We flew over the countryside and I was amazed at how beautiful the view was from up above. The instructor showed me how to control the plane and how to maneuver it in the air. We flew for about an hour and I was so excited to be able to fly that I didn’t want to land.
Over the next few months, I continued to take lessons with the instructor. I learned the basics of flight and how to do basic maneuvers like turns, climbs and dives. I also learned about navigation, radio communication and the different parts of an airplane.
The day finally arrived when I was ready to take my first solo flight. My instructor gave me a few last minute tips and wished me luck. I nervously climbed into the cockpit and took off.
At first, I was scared and my hands were shaking. But as I flew higher and higher, I began to feel more confident. I flew over the countryside and felt a sense of freedom I had never felt before. I was flying faster than a white winged dove.
After my first solo flight, I was hooked. I continued to take lessons and eventually earned my pilot’s license. I even bought my own plane and began to explore the world from the sky.
Flying has become my passion and it has changed my life in so many ways. I now have the freedom to explore the world from above and the feeling of accomplishment that comes with achieving something I thought was impossible.
I often look up at the sky and think of that first day when I saw a white winged dove soaring through the air. That bird inspired me to pursue my dream of flying and gave me the courage to take those first steps. I will always be thankful for that moment, for it changed my life forever.